Lyrics

SORT OF STRANGERS

WAITING FOR THE PHONE TO RING AND
HOPING IT?S YOUR SEXY TONE
CLIMBING MOUNTAINS IN MY MIND AND
AT THE TOP I?M STILL ALONE

ROOM BY ROOM IT?S SILENT TORTURE
EMPTINESS SPILLS IN MY HEAD
DAY BY DAY BY WEEKS TO FOLLOW
HEARTS WITH HUNGER NEVER FED

CHORUS:
I WANNA KEEP IT REAL BUT KNOW THAT
THIS LENGTH OF TIME APART IS KILLING ME
WE?RE SORT OF STRANGERS
GROPING, HOPING
THIS LENGTH OF DISTANCE CAN?T FULFILL
AN EMPTY HEART OR TWO
WE?RE SORT OF STRANGERS, ME AND YOU

WATCHING BACKS AND SECRET WHISPERS
ATTEMPTING TO COMMUNICATE
TAKING ANXIOUS LITTLE STEPS TO
FORBIDDEN PLEASURES AT THE GATE

CHORUS

FANTASY FADES INTO FEELING
KNOCKING US DOWN IN ITS PATH
ONE FROM TWO IT EQUALS NOTHING
IN THIS AFTERMATH

CHORUS

Written by : Mike Farley, 170 Country Wood Circle, Nashville, TN 37214
615-885-3652, mfarl@rocketmail.com
Copyrigh 2001 Mike Farley, Fargon Music (ASCAP)